Honestly, it was a typical day until the lipstick thing
"All right people, we need to do a final check before and start the day!" A muscular soldier wrapped in bandages and sporting a special blue helmet called out. He stood in a giant control room with 14 computers arranged in 2 rows. At each one sat a similar soldier monitoring a stream of data. He looked up from his clipboard to address the soldier closest to him.
"How are things looking?"
"Nervous connections are optimal sir. We spent all night fine tuning them, and processing power and reaction time are as high as possible." The soldier replied.
"Circulation and respiration are at the greatest they've ever been sir. VO2max has been optimized to a level we've never seen, sir.
"All skeletal muscles have been fully repaired and are ready for action."
"The left index metacarpal has a microfracture, but it shouldn't prevent us from fighting at full power,"
"Integumentary reports that the dermis should resist even anti-tank rounds when provided full resources,"
"Beautiful," the blue helmeted leader declared. Before he could give any orders, an alarm sounded, drawing the attention of all 15 soldiers. "Relax men, its just the girl. We still need a few more minutes for final check. You know this routine by now men."
Izukuuu~, Izukuuu~ wake up," a soft voice whispered into the boy's ear. Shantae wore a frilly tank-top and shorts. She gently prodded her boyfriend's shoulder, trying to rouse him from slumber. Instead Izuku lazily slung an arm around her shoulder and pinned her to his chest, his face buried in her hair. "Fvv mur minz."
"You two are so adorable," Another feminine voice piped up next to them.
We pan over to the right to see Cerebella lying on her stomach, her feet kicking in the air. "I could just give you both a little kiss~,"
"Ha ha, come on Cera, Izuku needs to get up," Shantae complained, before gaining a cute pout, "and I wanna have breakfast with him."
This caused Cerebella to titter, biting her lower lip to try and stifle herself. "Fine you big baby," and with that she hopped off the bed and walked over to her dresser to grab an odd hat with a tiny skull at the front. Donning the cap with a shout that could be heard throughout the huge apartment, she activated an odd power her friends had since been desensitized to.
"And now for the main attraction-" "I thought those were your tits!" "Dammit Rotty" Cerebella yelled while flexing the giant arms on her hat into angry fists, "You're always stepping in my showmanship cereal."
"Hey, today's breakfast has absolutely no feet in it!" A loud splash rang from the kitchen.
"...Maybe one of my girls though," Rotty announced.
"..."Cerebella's face went from anger to apprehensive disgust, "What the Fuck are you doing in my kitchen?!"
While this entire discourse was happening, Shantae looked up at her boyfriend's still sleeping face. Before she could voice her concern that he failed to wake up with a loud shouting match in close proximity, he readjusted his hold on her so that their cheeks were squished together. A pure smile formed on her face as she shot a happy look at her female companion.
'We are adorable aren't we?' it said.
Cerebella just shot her the driest look possible. Without a word she just walked out of the room and came back a few minute later with Rotty, who's naked front was covered in pancake batter, and Filia and Carol. Approaching the bed, Cerebella used her 'hat arms' to pry Izuku's hold on Shantae and quickly switched her out with Carol. Shantae and Carol let out a squeal each at being handled like dolls; Carol's reaction redoubled when he snuggled into her hair and kissed her head.
"..." Rotty turned to Filia, "Your girlfriend has a crush on Izuku. You know that right?"
This just brought a coy look to Filia's face. "I know," she looked to the pair on the bed, "She has really good taste."
"I-I'm not into boys," was all Carol could think to say, a deep blush on her scarred face.
"Yeah, yeah. You can both ask to ride him and see if that's true after he passes the exam." Cerebella snarked with an eye roll as she let Shantae down.
"AAaghhgaaaAghEEEe" Carol let out a noise from offscreen that was not ,strictly speaking, language as her face exploded with a blush and steam shot from her ears. Izuku barely grumbled in his sleep as he held her tighter.
Filia leaned forward with her hands on her knees, and gave Carol a reassuring smile. "Don't worry honey, neither of us will do anything you don't want to do," Carol's look turned flat, "Anything else you don't want to do."
"I could watch you guys do this all day, but the food's ready girls," Sky interrupted from the doorway, a white apron over her blue pj's. "So are you doing this or what?"
This got Cerebella and the others back on track. Gesturing to Filia, the purplette produced a few tubes of lipstick from her hair; a tendril of it dropping the tubes directly into her open hand. "Okay so, we thought, since you and loverboy are so especially close; you could serve him breakfast."
"Wearing just lipstick," "Okay, but why-" A coy Rotty cut her off. "Wearing lipstick."
"Uh, girls? GIRLS! KYAAAAAH"
"Uh, sir should we wake up and stop them. Shantae appears to be greatly distressed by this," One of the soldiers asked his leader.
"Nah, she's being coy. Let her have her fun and it will be a fun little surprise when they're done."
"Are you sure she's not genuinely telling them to-"
"She just raised her arms for Rotty to remove her tank top and stepped out of her shorts."
"Oh,"
"Sir! Reproductive just reported reflexive response to Carol's proximity!" Another called out.
"... Hoo boy."
'OHMYGODHE'SGOTABONER!' raced through poor Carol's overstimulated mind as she was cuddled by Izuku and watched as the others decorated Shantae. The stiffness ground into Carol's soft stomach. It was hot and twitched in a way that she had to admit... interested her. A heat built up that she felt only her girlfriend should be able to awaken in her. This should not be happening, she- she didn't like boys. She had a girlfriend!
-Who she had let sleep with this same man. A lot. And the other girls in this room.
Before she could continue this train of thought, she caught sight of the more sensible Sky joining in and fainted with a red puddle growing in the sheets under her head.
Maybe it wouldn't hurt to finally give it try.
After all, she would have Filia to hold her hand and guide her through it, just like always.
"Dammit," Cerebella swore when she saw the growing stain on her good bed sheets. "You know, I put those on with the implication that they wouldn't be ruined by some grand display of masculinity."
Izuku groaned as he rubbed the sleep from his closed eyes. He felt so refreshed and ready for the day. He smiled as he felt the familiar weight of his girlfriend in his arms. He leaned in for a good morning kiss; pressing his lips against her much softer pair.
Which is when he noticed something off.
She seemed heavier than usual, the soft hair he had become so familiar with was far too short as he ran his hand through it, and she tensed slightly instead of melting as he had grown accustomed to.
Opening his eyes finally, Izuku saw not tan skin, long, purple hair, and blue eyes;
but pale skin, short, brown hair, and a pair of wide red orbs staring into his own.
"Carol?! What are you doing here?!"
"... Questioning my sexuality..."
Izuku marched into the kitchen rubbing the bridge of his nose, wearing nothing but the shorts he slept in and his trademark beanie.
"Okay, so I woke up cuddling the wrong girl and now owe Carol a serious apology for acquainting her with my hard-on. Anyone want to explain to me why any of that just happened?" He demanded the others in the apartment; tactfully leaving out the various wet stains that his (semi-)unwilling bedmate was trying to scrub out. He had almost offered to help, but realized she probably didn't want him touching it, or being in the same room as her.
"Wow, I knew you were forward, but this is the first time I've seen you actually fail. Surprising, I know she's checked you out before," Rotty said from the table. Had he opened his eyes he would have noticed the bright yellow lipstick she was wearing.
This just brought a groan of annoyance from Izuku. He barely registered the sounds of a pair of bare feet walking toward him and the clinking of items on a tray. "Girls, you can't just force someone to do something because you think they'll like it. Even if-" Whatever else he was about to say died in his throat when he opened his eyes to see his girlfriend carrying a tray with pancakes, eggs, bacon and a glass of orange juice.
She had stripped out of her pajamas, and had applied a deep purple lipstick. What really surprised him was all the kisses of various colors covering her flesh. They came in Red, Yellow, White, Blue, and Cerebella's trademark shade of bright, blue-green. They peppered her skin with heavy emphasis on her more sensitive areas, practically painting them.
"Before you ask, the others came up with it," She paused self-consciously, "Please~ tell me you like it."
"...Wow... You look... Wow..." Izuku shook himself out of his revelry. " I mean: you look amazing, honey. But what's with the tray?"
"You still weren't up, so I was gonna bring you this in bed."
"Oh, don't go out your way for me, especially when I'm being too lazy to give you a proper morning kiss. Which reminds me," He leaned in and gently pressed his lips against hers, taking the tray from her hands and flicking it into the air over the table with a deft flick of his wrist. With a flash of energy a number of tiny soldiers gripped onto the tray, utensils, plates, and glass; gently parachuting them all onto the open spot on the table.
Izuku carried a giggling and squealing Shantae to the table and sat down next to a squealing and cheering Rotty, who clapped excitedly at Izuku's parachute trick.
Setting Shantae in his lap, Izuku dug in. The pancakes were nice and fluffy, the bacon crispy, and the juice cold and refreshing.
He offered his best girl a bite of pancake and contemplated his plans for the day.
After all, you only really had one shot at the UA entrance exam.
He forced himself out of his bed despite the pain in his chest and the protest of his limbs.
He wheezed and coughed as he forced himself to his bathroom mirror and forced himself to swallow his pills.
The blonde grit his teeth and stared into his reflection's eyes.
And made himself a promise.
He would do it, no matter how hard it was...
No matter how much it hurt to breath...
No matter how much he coughed...
No matter how much weight he lost, or how hard it was to keep fighting...
He would become The Number One Hero!
Katsuki Bakugo stomped off back into his bedroom to get dressed for the day.
Somewhere in Italy, a special turtle sat on a soft patch of lush grass in his pen. The warm sun shone down on it from the open window, warming it up for the day.
A dark groove sat in its shell, as though something had been removed from it. He stuck his head from his shell, and opened his tiny red eyes.
He looked to his left and saw a bowl of fresh, chopped vegetables; his morning breakfast.
As he walked towards it he glanced around at the luxurious furnishings of his home.
The entire room was incredibly spacious, the walls and ceiling a polished marble white, with gold trimming everywhere. Beautiful paintings and exotic sculptures lined the walls. Even the curtains were made of fine silk.
As he crunched into a fresh cucumber, he glanced at the bed his owners occupied.
The silver-haired man and blonde woman just continued to sleep in.
A man with yellow hair in a truly intricate style observed the city below him through a large window. He was lost in his thoughts, thinking about a young man he and his friends had taken under their wings years ago. The boy had been no older than nine or ten, far too young to get involved in such dark dealings as the Mafia.
But the boy had proven himself, formed bonds with the gang, and even faced down pure evil.
He had also shared their loses.
Before he could reminisce about his fallen comrades, a woman's voice called out to him from the doorway.
"Giorno? It's almost time," The speaker was a pink haired woman wearing a pantsuit decorated with mathematical symbols.
"Thank you Trish," Turning away from the window, Giorno followed his friend to the foyer with their other friends.
A man with a purple revolver and a unique, tiled hat fed six tiny beings pepperonis, a white-haired man wearing a suit of many holes was grading papers, a man with a pompadour that looked like a steak on his head was eating cookies brought in by a chef with an x-scar across his entire face, and a very short man with pale hair and a green suit chatted excitedly over the phone with his wife.
"Where are Polnareff and Naomi? They're both so close to him, I thought they would be the first ones ready."
As if on cue, a set of quick footsteps and the squeaking of a wheelchair rushed through the hall and in burst a blonde woman pushing a silver haired man in a wheel chair. On both of their hands sat golden wedding rings.
"You guys are just in time, " Trish informed them as a horn sounded from outside, "Our ride is here."
Everyone exited Giorno's home to enter the taxis sent by the speedwagon foundation to take them to the airport.
They had a certain greenette to visit.
"I'm finally going to meet him, I know he's going to be there!" A very short teenager cheered as he double checked that he had everything for the entrance exam. Ever since he had seen that glorious man that fateful day, he knew he had to be his disciple. To see a man accomplish so much, as simply as any other man breathes! If he could gain even a fraction of that man's skill, all his dreams would come true.
He had carefully watched him, a man so magnificent one cannot simply just approach, but an opportunity arose!
While this idol, this symbol of sheer virility cleaned Dagobah Beach and accrued even more beauties into his harem, like mighty Zeus descending from Olympus to casually take what any man would kill to gain, he had heard this god announce his plans.
He would be taking the UA entrance exam, no doubt so that he may harvest the bounty of all those potential heroines!
If he could just get into the school, prove his worth through his skill, he may yet become that man's student!
And so, with a fire burning in his heart for all the wrong reason, the teen with a purple mohawk of balls on his head set out to gain the respect of a certain green haired mobster.
"I can sense it! He reaps his bounty even now!"
"Sorry babe, but I got to get going to the exam, so no loving right now. I'm sorry too. I'll make sure to treat you like a princess when I get back," Our young hero bid farewell to his lover. "But, if its not too much, how about a kiss for luck," he asked, knowing the answer.
Shantae just giggled and grabbed his head, giving him a big, exaggerated kiss on his left cheek. She made sure to leave a bright kiss as she pulled back, and each of the others, from Sky to Cerebella, made sure to leave their own mark. His whole cheek was a colorful testament of his luck with the fairer sex. He was about to walk out the door when a soft hand grabbed his forearm.
Turning around, Izuku saw that it was Carol, finally back from her self-imposed chore. She blushed a bright red and grabbed his head as well, placing her lips on his in a chaste kiss. Pulling back, a soft voice blessed Izuku's ears:
"Good luck Izuku."
Izuku gave her a warm smile and a soft hug. "Thank you," he whispered gently, "I'll take you to Grounds and Hounds tomorrow" He added with a poke to her belly button, sending her into hysterics.
And with that,
He was off.
And he passed by a slim Chinese girl with two spectral birds in her hair, frazzled from work, who promptly marched into her apartment and took a look at the girls. Her eyes landed on Shantae.
"Dammit Cerebella, you promised me this wasn't an orgy!"
AN: This was meant to be the start of the entrance exam, but it became an interlude.
Carol has had a crush on Izuku for months now, this was just the culmination of the others efforts to act on it. She and Filia were exclusive for six months before she let Filia experiment with our protagonist. She didn't join yet because of her lack of confidence making the idea of being with someone other than her girlfriend too daunting. They both are in love, just open about their relationship.
Cerebella putting Carol in Shantae's place was just supposed to be a cute little prank on Carol, but things escalated. Carol herself has decided that nothing could be that embarrassing again, so she's ready to give 'it' a shot.
I also posted a new story, "It all Turns Black at Midnight" Check it out and see if you can guess his quirk.
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